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Great extremes
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Jass
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The shuffling of the leafs fills the stillness of the forest
The noisy birds sing unceasingly at different choruses
The ground beneath my feet is never at rest
As I, the wanderer of the woods, hunt calmness like viruses
The same with the ever busy noise in my heart
The ruffling, the shuffling and the unsettling screams
The same raging wails day after day, driving my soul to drift apart
And never silence, never peace for dreams
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The explosion and the ravaging rebels within
They sound so loud because of all that has happened
They come one by one reflecting off everything that's ever been
I like to imagine them horrendous, morbid with teeth always sharpened
Because it's the picture that speaks a thousand words my heart can't feel
The noises, the rattling and death's shadow is my daily bread
It reminds me that I am alive, that I will never heal
I like to see it with passing time, over the hills and ahead
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They go to great extremes to see me hurt and bleed
So why not give them satisfaction they desire to invent
And just like that, my life will come to a halt and they'll succeed
Not something I look forward to, however, not something I want to prevent
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Poetry"The world was a black atmosphere from the abyss we shared/ Whether you cared or not, the sapphire sky turned crimson red/ Just as the fading moon briskly sheds blood - we were not spared/ Indeed, bound - bound to a limitless drop irregardless of th...
